The light starts to fade,
There's been better days
Everything else is gone;
Only the darkness stays
Who else could be this scared?
As if this is the toughest of all years
It's just the same for every night,
An overwhelming fear of what could be right
Yeah, you're right.
The scars could heal
But still it won't take away the pain
Of everything that's real
Self harm is like a drug;
An addiction with blades
Realizing what you've done
Is something hard to contain
YOU ARE READING
Try To Stop Me
PoetryThis is how it is. Society has us blinded us until the end, but not anymore.